If It Weren’t for Google

Exam time.

Not for me but for T. And these are the first ones that he has ever written.

Science and Social Studies.

Saturday night we reviewed three/four science booklets.

Sunday we reviewed asexual and sexual reproduction.

I last wrote an exam in June 1990. 33 years ago. I barely recall what I wrote then as if I recall what I wrote in my grade 9 science exam. I certainly do not recall the periodic table. I do not understand the chemistry math at all.

But T does.

We finished up around 10 pm on Saturday. Took a little longer because I had to use Google an awful lot to check his answers.

Sunday I needed Google to check the diagrams of male and female reproductive organs to ensure that we had those correct.

T knows more than he realizes.

A Little Disconcerting

Was sitting here minding my own business when notification went off for my email. I was a little befuddled because it is after 6. No one emails me after 6.

I checked the email and noticed it was from the school division with red and urgent vibes coming off the page. I clicked it open and began to read.

Last week one of the middle schools was closed to in-person learning because a threat had been called in against staff and students. Students had a day of classes at home.

Thursday both the same middle school here as well as the one in a neighboring community closed. Again threats being made against staff and students.

Thursday evening threats were again made against the middle school and now the high school. As a precaution classes are closed to in person learning. Cold weather class protocols are in effect. Meaning the kids still have to check in and get their assignments.

This is not funny. Not funny in the least.

Last week’s call was traced to a number in the states. Have not read anything yet on if these calls have been traced.

I am glad the schools and the school division are on top of the situation and keeping our children and their teachers safe. It is just not something you think of when you think about my city. It truly is disconcerting.